“I do not attribute to nature either beauty or deformity, order or confusion. Only in relation to our imagination can things be called beautiful or ugly, well-ordered or confused.”- Baruch Spinoza. I’m not really a fan of movies, boredom make me see one. After one hour of going through my Netflix with nothing to watch,
About my week Lord I lack the appropriate words to say how my week has been. I went to a new church that I didn’t like. It got me upset that I wasted my time being there. On Monday the 18th was my mum’s 50th birthday. She was genuinely happy and I’m glad I was
I dreaded September. I kept checking my balance every two days to make sure I would still have a house after my expenses. It was almost like all my closest friends were born in September. Hey God!!! How will I survive this shame and a lot of them got me something on my birthday. Jessica
I didn’t see this trip coming soon. It was expected at some point but later than sooner. After a little argument with the loml, next thing I’m checking train fares, hotel prices and my PTO to suit the day we wanted. My browser was filled with things to do in Galway. I was making budgets
“Dispelling the Beautiful Lie” Today I want to begin with a harsh truth. You see, most if not all of us believe what I call the beautiful lie. The lie says this is what really counts: to be wealthy, powerful, influential, attractive, admired, talented, popular, and, above all, valuable. We must make a life that is
HIS BELOVED One of the fundamental questions we ask in life is: Who am I? My simplistic answer to this question is this: My truest, purest, nonnegotiable identity is the beloved. And in spite of my checkered past, my fabulous flops, my painful history, my deepest flaws, my boneheaded screw-ups, and, yes, even beyond my
Esther was born for such a time as this. She was beautiful and found favour in the sight of all those who saw her. She was a woman who grew into her God-given role. Esther submitted herself wholeheartedly to God and her husband in line with God’s plan without abusing the concept of submission or
Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8 There is a time for everything,and a season for every activity under the heavens:a time to be born and a time to die,a time to plant and a time to uproot,a time to kill and a time to heal,a time to tear down and a time to build,a time to weep and
May was indeed a genuinely good and blessed month for me. I’m grateful for my family, friends, loved ones and acquaintances. I’m happy to be alive. It’s been goodnews all around me both with my friends and family. I hope for the better in the coming months. I want to use this medium to shout
I was having this steaming shower when this question popped into my head. My housemate told me churches are reopening. I was so excited that I had to go on the church’s IG page to see if I can book a seat. Inasmuch that this virtual church suits my laziness, I miss being among the
